Page 103 of Game Point
I sent him a crooked smile as I crooned, ‘You’re very demanding tonight.’
‘I’m getting too used to you following my orders.’ The way he kept stroking his cock made him look like a work of art, like it should be a scene in an oil painting. I’d buy every copy.
‘That’s out on the court.’ I shook my head. ‘I don’t do what anyone tells me here.’
‘You don’t really do that out there either,’ he joked, and I forced fake horror at his accusation. His head tilted, a moment of softness sneaking through the domineering mask he’d been trying on. ‘I want to see all of you, Dylan.’
There was something about his tone that had me complying when usually I’d playfully bite back, make him undress me. But I wanted to give him what he wanted. I pulled my toy out, my hands finding the bottom of my oversized T-shirt, slowly pulling it over my head. When I looked back at him, his eyes were transfixed on me.
‘Gorgeous,’ he said, his throat sounding dry. Oliver swallowed, ‘Now your pants.’
I faked a tsk. ‘There you go, barking orders again.’ But I still obeyed, fingers hooking under the elastic of my pants, pulling the thin material down my thighs, making as much of a show of it for him as I could. The way he tracked my every movement left me feeling powerful, like he was caught under my spell. I was the only thing he needed, a black hole swallowing up all his attention, and I wanted to revel in it.
‘I want to see you play with your perfect cunt.’ If there was one man that could make me blush with a compliment of my pussy, it was going to be Oliver Anderson.
I leaned back, trailing my fingertips up my bare thighs, tracing up the stretch marks there, feeling the ripple of soft skin, knowing no matter what, I had his full focus. He’d told me what to do, but I was still in control, teasing him.
‘You like when I touch myself here?’ I asked, fingersdelicately finding my clit, rubbing slow, aching circles there.
‘I love it.’
I moved my hands further down, finding my entrance. ‘And here?’ I added, dipping a finger in. My eyes ached to close, tightness building in my core from the tension.
‘I never want to see you doing anything else,’ he said, before the tether on his self-control snapped. His hands pulled gently at my legs, as he slid across the bed. He turned me to face the mirror hanging on the wall, his chest at my back. ‘Watch yourself. I want you to understand why I’m fucking obsessed.’
He sat behind me, my body using his as support as I continued, both of us hypnotized by our reflection, a hand playing with my sensitive nipple, teasing in the way Oliver already knew I’d enjoy.He was right. It was fucking hot.
He shifted behind me, his hand curling around to pass me the small purple vibrator. Without saying a word, I turned it on again, holding it against my clit as my fingers continued to work. His head rested on my shoulder, taking in the sight before him. ‘Can I use the dildo on you?’ he asked.
I swore at the very idea, sure that this was how I’d die. Death by pleasure. What a wonderful way to go. I nodded enthusiastically. Oliver shifted again, planting a soft kiss on the top of my shoulder as he grabbed the dildo and covered it in lube.
Replacing my own hand, he lined it to my entrance, teasing me with its head. I squirmed in his arms, rubbing his own tight cock from behind me. As much as I wanted himto fuck me with this toy, I was dying to have him inside of me, soaking through the bedsheets in anticipation.
How had we wasted all this time?
He pushed the dildo in, but only just, allowing me a moment to stretch to the width. My body felt like it had been lit on fire, a desperation clawing under my skin that would only be satisfied by him. But then instead of pushing it further, he teased me, shallowly fucking me with the tip only.
My head tilted back, breathless, pleading moans escaping me. I closed my eyes, managing to regain some control. If he was going to edge me, then I’d have to drive him just as crazy. ‘Do you think about it? That night?’
His voice was a low, seductive hum behind me. ‘It’s impossible not to.’
A hand moved from my nipple to my throat, gently wrapping under my chin. Softly, he guided my attention from looking down to the mirror. He kissed behind my ear, before whispering, ‘I told you to watch yourself.’
Staring back at me was a mess of a woman. Legs spread; a god of a man behind her; his hands between her thighs, pushing a toy deeper into her. I swore again, my eyes rolling back in my skull as I stretched further to take the toy, Oliver unrelenting until the entire girth of it was inside of me.
‘Do you want to know how many nights I got myself off thinking about you?’ I asked, desperate to regain control as I bucked my hips against the toys, the vibrator still buzzing at my clit.
‘Probably the same amount that I did remembering how good you taste.’ Oliver’s head moved again, trailingkisses up and down my neck, sucking at the skin. ‘I want to be inside you.’
‘You said you wanted to watch, remember.’
He continued his work with the toy inside of me, moving it, fucking me expertly with it. With every inch, I grew more desperate for him to be between my legs, frenzied for the feel of his cock inside me again.
‘Don’t you want me, Dylan?’ he asked, his eyes catching with mine in the reflection of the mirror. ‘Or do you want me to keep fucking you with your toy?’
‘Fuck yes, I want you,’ I answered, unable to keep my grip on my own control. ‘But I love that this is torture for you.’
His head dipped as he groaned, his teeth finding my skin, carefully biting. I hoped it marked the skin, prayed that in the morning I’d see the imprint of his teeth and know this all really did happen.
